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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'Recovery',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
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<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed there was this small, monster child that showed up every day at a random time.
		It looked like a five-year-old, but with pasty skin, strange-looking eyes, and some sort of subrile markings coming down from its eyes.
		The longer I&apos;m awake though, the less clearly I can remember it, so I don&apos;t quite remember what those markings were or in what way the eyes were strange.
		This monster would suddenly come forward, instantly being several steps ahead of where it was without actually having travelled the distance to get there, and would take away one person before going away again.
	</p>
	<p>
		I ran into a classmate that&apos;d disappeared without a trace.
		They&apos;d now become pasty-skinned themself like the monster, and could no longer speak.
		It was clearly still them on the inside though, so I found some paper and a pen, hoping they could write to me to get across whatever they were trying to say.
		They didn&apos;t seem to be able to form words even on paper, but they drew a series of boxes connected, and an arrow pointing to the dividing line between the first and second.
		Somehow, I knew this was supposed to be their course schedule, and they were saying they&apos;d been abducted between first and second period.
	</p>
	<p>
		We waited with a large group of students in a classroom at night hoping to confront the monster.
		This classroom was at the end of a long hall, with the other end of the hall being the entrance to the school.
		It showed up at the entrance without even opening the door to get in.
		In several jump-through-space motions, it was in front of the door, but though there&apos;d been (barely) enough time to close the door, my idiotic classmate were blocking the door, standing with their bodies partly in and partly out of the classroom where if the door could, it&apos;d chop them in half.
		I couldn&apos;t force the door closed myself with them blocking.
		I wasn&apos;t sure if the monster was even solid; if the door would even help, but we had to try and these people were putting themselves and everyone in the classroom in unnecessary danger.
		The monster could&apos;ve had anyone, but was still standing in front of everyone as if just to savour the moment.
		I managed to find part of a disassembled bed frame, the footboard, and grabbed it.
		It was unwieldy to use as a weapon, but with the monster so stationary for the moment, it was plenty to check to see if the monster was even solid.
	</p>
		As it turned out, it wasn&apos;t.
		The footboard passed right through the phantom creature.
		Even if my classmates weren&apos;t a bunch of morons, and we got the door closed, it wouldn&apos;t&apos;ve mattered.
		The monster wasn&apos;t angered; more like amused.
		I&apos;d gotten its attention though, and I became its target for the night.
		At this point, I guess on some level I knew I was dreaming, as I started using dream powers to try to save myself, but on the surface level, I had no idea and thought I was in real danger.
		I spread myself, putting myself in a multitude of places at once, all far from the classroom, but in doing so, diluted my matter beyond a state of visibility and tangibility.
		If the monster couldn&apos;t see or touch me, I should be safe.
		But I wasn&apos;t.
		It used some sort of force to start slowly pulling me back to the classroom, consolidating and re-solidifying me.
		It&apos;s hard to remember, but I think I forced myself to wake up as a last-ditch attempt to escape the creature.
	<p>
	</p>
</section>
<section id="recovery">
	<h2>Recovery</h2>
	<p>
		Yesterday took more out of me than I thought.
		This is the wind-down week of the term though, so I felt I had the time to mostly take the day off to rest.
		I&apos;ll be more productive tomorrow that way.
		Or at least I should.
		I also spent much of the day tackling one of my inner demons.
		I think I&apos;ve made a great breakthrough, though due to the nature of the beast, I can&apos;t actually discuss it here.
		You know it&apos;s got to be bad if it&apos;s something even <strong>*I*</strong> won&apos;t talk about though.
		I&apos;m really not as great of a person as I wish I was.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<h3>Sustainability in Curitiba</h3>
		<p>
			Probably the thing I found most impressive after reading about Curitiba was its trash exchange program.
			As evidenced in one of the articles, some people just can&apos;t be convinced to care about the environment or even their own city.
			Some people just throw their trash on the ground wherever they happen to be.
			Curitiba has an answer to this though.
			People are able to exchange trash for money or food (Gnatek, 2003).
			As I said, some people can&apos;t be convinced to care, and this exchange program doesn&apos;t change that.
			People still litter.
			The genius of their plan though is that not everyone <strong>*has*</strong> to care.
			Other people collect the litter people drop and exchange it for the reward themselves.
			The dedicated green areas and pedestrian-only streets were also cool to read about.
			Interestingly, they built their own lakes (The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica, n.d.), likely to either help undo past environmental damage from before the city&apos;s sustainability efforts or to aid in said sustainability efforts.
		</p>
		<p>
			However, I think their most significant project has been the sustainability education.
			Citizens were concerned with the then-upcoming loss of the mayor that helped make this city&apos;s sustainability and liveability possible (Gnatek, 2003).
			Citizens are actually concerned!
			No one leader can lead forever.
			Even without the term limits that were requiring the then-current mayor to retire, you&apos;ve got human life span limits to deal with.
			All the changes made in the city will be reverted little by little unless a sense of caring has been instilled in the people.
			And that is what I think has been Curitiba&apos;s greatest success.
		</p>
		<h3>Potential future changes</h3>
		<p>
			I have no idea what to even suggest to a city so far ahead of the world in sustainability efforts already.
			I guess one thing would be to start collecting a deposit on sales of things that would be suspected to become litter later.
			Curitiba uses the money from sales of salvaged material to cover the costs of running the trash exchange program.
			But what if it was the litterbugs themselves that had to cover that cost through deposits they never got back?
			At that point, the money gained through salvaging could be used instead toward other sustainability efforts.
			However, I do see a couple major flaws in that plan.
			First of all, it means non-littering citizens will be penalised as well; they&apos;ll either have to take all their garbage to these redemption centres or they&apos;ll have to lose their money.
			Second, with everyone bringing litter to redemption centres instead of sorting their own recycling and garbage at home, more redemption centres would need to be built to accommodate everyone or said existing centres would become inundated.
			It&apos;s probably a pretty bad plan, overall.
		</p>
		<p>
			A better idea would be a gradual ban on fossil fuel use.
			The public transportation system there is impressive, but there are no doubt people still driving fossil-fuel-burning motor vehicles, and the buses likely burn fossil fuels as well.
			Electric-based vehicles should be implemented there (and everywhere else), and fossil fuels be phased out.
		</p>
		<h3>My own city</h3>
		<p>
			My own city could definitely benefit from the lessons Curitiba has to teach.
			For starters, working sustainability into the required curriculum in schools would hopefully do wonders.
			A similar trash exchange program would help too, and it&apos;d be nice if more dedicated green areas were present in the city.
			We have a few parks, but only two places I can think of offhand in which you can actually be out in nature and not see houses in every direction you look.
		</p>
		<div class="APA_references">
			<h3>References:</h3>
			<p>
				The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica. (n.d.). Curitiba | Brazil | Britannica.com. Retrieved from <a href="https://www.britannica.com/place/Curitiba"><code>https://www.britannica.com/place/Curitiba</code></a>
			</p>
			<p>
				Gnatek, T. (2003, December). FRONTLINE/WORLD Fellows . Brazil - Curitiba&apos;s Urban Experiment . Master Plan: Future | PBS. Retrieved from <a href="https://www.pbs.org/frontlineworld/fellows/brazil1203/future.html"><code>https://www.pbs.org/frontlineworld/fellows/brazil1203/future.html</code></a>
			</p>
		</div>
	</blockquote>
</section>
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